A creature finally arrives home, taking note of all the lights being off and the silence. She flicks the living room lamp on, and quickly spots a pile of empty vodka bottles as well as a few labeled jars next to the couch. Eldritch sighs, a bit disappointed, but knew PT might relapse after certain events.
She begins cleaning cleaning the place up quietly, and washing out the empty jars in the sink before sticking them in a nearby dishwasher. The empty vodka bottles get either thrown out, or washed out to save for future craft ideas for PT and her to use. The creature also cleans up the remaining mess from PT’s drunk baking.
Eldritch then sweeps up any food crumbs, and cleans up the green “blood” spots from the hardwood in front of the front door. She grabs a thing of bacterial wipes to wipe down any tables in both the kitchen and living room, before finally deciding it’s “clean enough”.
She turns off the light, and heads up the stairs to PT’s bedroom to check on them. Eldritch carefully opens the door, and pretty quickly spots the aforementioned blue triangle asleep in bed. She softly smiles and lets out another sign, taking a minute before cautiously moving towards the bed to fix the slightly fallen down covers back other them.
Eldritch takes one long look at them, as if thinking about something, before turning away to leave. Before she can get far, she feels something latch onto her “arm” and tug her back. She looks behind her, and the creature’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of a half awake PT.
PT looks at her, a small black tentacle wire having reached out from under the sheets to quickly latch on before she could get her. They peer at Eldritch from under their eyelid, a sadness in their pupil that asks her to stay. She relents and moves closer, holding the tentacle in her own like one would when holding a hand in comfort.
“Do you want me to stay with you…?”, she asks in a hushed tone….As if talking any louder would shatter the comforting atmosphere.
“….Please….”, they quietly plead in back as an answer. Eldritch slowly nods, a smile on her face.
“Sure thing, Payton…”
PT softly snorts and wrinkles their nose at the name. They still smile at her and they lift the blanket up and scoot over for Eldritch to have room. As the blanket is lifted, it reveals a worn down teddy bear with patches over it’s body.
“You haven’t called me that in a long time….”
She climbs into bed carefully, carefully moving the old plushie over and closer to PT. PT then lowers the covers and hugs both the plush and Eldritch close. They tuck the upper half of their body into the herd, nearly curling into a ball.
“… Sorry…”
Eldritch wraps her “arms” around them, holding PT close.
“No, you’re fine… I’m…. Kind of glad someone still knows my name… It’s okay to use it in private, just don’t go telling anyone…. Okay?”
“Alright… If you’re sure.”
“I am…”
Eldritch begins gently rubbing PT’s back, letting her firm warm up slightly to a comfortable temp. PT snuggles closer, and softly smiles. Not too long afterwards, they fall back into a deep sleep asleep.
….
If they had stayed awake a bit longer….
……
Maybe they would have heard someone quietly sing a very familiar tune with words no human could ever decipher.
